#android!mc

he scans over your file. everything’s filled as though you were any other human born into this system, with your sex signed here, date of birth there, residential address here. you slip through the system, concealed beneath hundreds of genuine human files. you very easily become one of akso’s many secrets.

you were built for perfection. carved out of metal and seeped with knowledge, you were the incredible embodiment of what artificial intelligence looked like as a hunter. to simply speak, you were built to be a war machine. nothing was to stand in your way, you were to protect others at all costs—

“dr. zayne! funny seeing you here,” you beamed, leather boots briskly making their way deeper into his office.

but apparently it didn’t hurt if you were also a sweetheart who could get along with society.

he doesn’t respond, instead choosing to glance your way before turning back to his screen. and whilst you take note of the disapproving look, zayne does his best to keep his features straight.

he was not about to endorse this waste of his time and smile simply because you’d picked an easy avenue in trying to forge a friendship.

he clears his throat, leg swinging over the other as he draws himself closer to you. you blink at him, a sweet smile on your face as you curiously wait for his next words with a tilted head.

zayne chews the inside of his lip for a few seconds before tutting, sighing as he rolls from his desk and makes his way to you. his hands clasp onto the stethoscope around his neck as you make another note.

EXPRESSION: FRUSTRATION.

“any issues on the field? on standby?” he asks, before miming for permission to press the head against your heart.

it’s a funny thing dr. zayne does, a bizarre tradition you also note in your dataset surrounding him considering you don’t have agency like that. but humans had their habits, and as an android you weren’t going to question that, so you nod in agreement. whatever made him comfortable.

“my system reports no abnormalities. my external hardware has been cleaned with some modifications since my last battle, and my internal hardware has been looked over. i believe my supervisor sent you a report about these changes.”

so why are you here, is what zayne wants to ask but he decides he doesn’t feel like wasting more time listening to a spiel about how you were the best in your line of work and needed intelligent beings such as himself to help you continue your role as a protector.

“it’s standard for me to ask my patients how they are in some form. forgive me for carrying out my duty of care.”

he listens for a while, the rhythmic thumping of your heart beating steadily in his ears. it’s so incredibly human-like, it could fool him as being the real thing, if not for the occasional whoosh he hears every once in a while.

and when he pulls back and meets your line of sight, he finds himself doubting the paperwork and physical proof of you being artificial. your skin stretches over your features the way his does, your eyes catch the light in a way he’s dreamt of before, and your clothes garner warmth from the heat of your body.

but that’s all internal components at play, of course. a pristine mimicry of the human condition. it would terrify him if he cared for it at all, but he’s here to be a protector in his own way. to his fellow humans.

before meeting you, zayne had been told you’d been designed in a way that truly did copy how the human system worked, to the point that he could operate on you if need be. sure, you were created to protect the public from wanderers, yes, but he knew you were also a sign of something so much bigger. the intricacies of your model were far too complicated to simply be a ‘protector’ for people.

you had to have been created for so much more. why else would someone ever try to create something as fragile as the human heart and decide it was sturdy enough to handle the world’s burden?

it’s a clipped sound that interrupts zayne’s train of thought, a little meek thing that emits from you. “sorry.”

he frowns. moving away and returning behind his desk, he runs over his previous response, dissecting it until he finds what caused the tension; he knew you could pick up on nuances like the inflection in his voice, but he truly hadn’t meant anything by it.

“no need,” he replies, absentmindedly considering your inability to actually feel apologetic.

but even that’s a difficult thing to process when he sees you appear slightly downcast, hands fiddling with the zip of your corset top. you don’t meet his gaze, and zayne tries really hard not to feel guilty… but you were crafted a little too perfectly.

he sighs, removing his glasses as he rubs the space between his eyes.

you pick up on the rustle first, your eyes flit to the metallic packaging and you scrutinise the item, registering it as an already indexed item before looking up. you notice zayne watching you carefully.

EXPRESSION: WARY

DR. ZAYNE LI — AFFINITY: LOW

you pick up the sweet, turning it over as you consider the gesture.

DR. ZAYNE LI — AFFINITY: LOW (?)

EXAMINE INTERACTION BEFORE SCHEDULED STANDBY MODE.

a/n: mama i’m in love w an androiddddd n aiiiiii a water stealerrrr (not in this universe tho).

real talk, are we picking up on how zayne actually finds android!mc cute. r we picking up on the miscommunication. also she’s so real for thinking over their interaction before sleeping LMAO. i will absolutely be adding to this concept btw